[Author's Note: This is another song written from Conor's point of view for "Chapter 8: Is That A Guitar Or A Machine Gun?" of "Blood On Our Sneakers." Yeah. Think The Velvet Teen meets Interpol when you read it for an idea of sound/style, and Conor Oberst's tone/instability meets The Velvet Teen/Ima Robot's lead singer's range for vocals.]

[Pain Gets You High]

She'll remember that last fight
Because that was the right one
Swallow it like alcohol tonight
It'll give her energy to fight on

Your paranoid eyes drip lies faster than your mouth
When your mysteries threaten to unravel
Shooting pain in her veins, it's how she gets high
And that dull sensation is what keeps her alive

I write the lonely sound when you're not around
To make my words more sincere
I'll take some time off, hoping that like you
This "inspiration" will disappear

Your paranoid eyes drip lies faster than your mouth
When your mysteries threaten to unravel
Shooting pain in her veins, it's how she gets high
And that dull sensation is what keeps her alive

She stepped into my bedroom
Already knowing my mind
She pins me, licks me
Before she convicts me
I don't want to be the pain that gets you high